One of the great joys of parenthood, for me, was being there as my babies began to understand the world around them. Things that were once just objects to gnaw on suddenly became objects of curiosity. People became interesting, dogs became the source of great excitement, flowers became beautiful and books became pages that sparked little imaginations.Every day brought new wonders and realizations, and with them, richer vocabularies, deeper conversations, more inspired creativity. I …
I keep waiting for my kids to become normal people when it comes to food. When my daughter was a toddler, everyone told me that is was normal for her to only eat bread and cheese and pasta; that it was one of those annoying, toddler phases that she would grow out of, like delaying bedtime or asking “why?” about everything you said. But shes nine now, and unless I missed the memo that the toddler years have been extended into the double digits, Im guessing its not just a phase.
My husband and I have been together since 1993. If youre not so good at math, thats coming up on 20 years. Or, to put it another way, its officially half of my life.
The summer my daughter turned eight, we bought a book called Fun Things To Do In Los Angeles (or something like that). She didn’t go to day camp on Thursdays, so every Wednesday night we’d pore through the book, looking for a fun place that we could go to the next day for what we…
When a teenager, I always swore to myself that I would never be dependent on a man. I was going to have my own, successful career, I would have my own, separate bank account, and if my husband and I had shared finances, I would know everything about them down to the penny.
In their quest to discover the truth about where my heart really lies, my children are sneaky.
If you haven’t read Andrew Watts’ article, A Teenager’s View on Social Media Written by an Actual Teen, you should. As a parent, I found it helpful to read a teen’s take on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat, and how teens – or at least older teens - use them for different purposes. (The best part…
It sucks to be a second child. Being a first child myself, I always kind of knew this, but it wasnt until recently that Ive really come to understand just how hard it is.When I was a kid, I used to torture my poor little brother. My favorite line to use on him was that I was bigger, faster, smarter and stronger, and it made no difference to me whatsoever that I was only conferred those advantages because Id been born three and a half years before him. I didnt care that one day he would most certainly be bigger, faster, stronger, and maybe even smarter than me. At the time, he wasnt, and I let him know it whenever I got the chance. It wasnt until I took Psych 101 in college that I even thought about the damage I might have done to his self-esteem. But now that Im the parent of a big sister/little brother, Im really starting to see how awful it must have been.
My daughter turned nine last week, and in the throes of planning her birthday party, the biggest question was not what type of cake to get, or how many pizzas, or what to give as party favors. Rather, the biggest question was: to gift, or not to gift?
Theres something about the second kid – well, second in my case, but I guess what I really mean is the last kid – that just makes you want to baby them.